to be

Running into time and space like 

A white rabbit on the run with 

A golden watch and cup in hand 

Heading to the party on 

A golden Monday afternoon 

Enrobed in tiredness and franticness

And thinking all looked aright yet

As the days went by, the more bites 

Of DRINK ME or EAT ME were partaken

Of, the more the years fell away and time 

Didn't seem to hold her hostage and she

Could breathe more naturally and be.